Thursday, September 29, 2011

stop and stare

Taking a little time out for the next few days just to "stop and stare." My daughter often tells me not to stare. I just cannot help it, I know I see things that cause me to just stop and stare.
I know it is rude to point or to stare.

I try to figure out a way to capture it, to keep it, to store it in my brain and then get it from there to paper or canvas.

I spent years saying, "I can do that." Now I am spending days saying things like, "How did they do that?" The rope in this work says it all and the fact that her hands are behind her back to keep her from reaching out and touching it. I stand very much the same way in front of works I admire.

I leave you with this image from Andy Virgil.

I love the stance of this gal, standing in front of this old master, staring at it so intently.

Without a doubt...the last thing that caused me to stop and stare was the McQueen exhibit at the Met. Still pinching myself that I was there, up close, hands behind back yet wanting to remember it all.

i too stared at my children a lot. and boy am i glad i did. lately i've been dreaming v vividly about them when they were v small and i can see in my dreams little details such as the snaps on their pj's and the curls around their foreheads. i'm attributing it to a great deal of staring. we are surrounded ea day with so much beauty if we take a moment to stare. thanks for reminding me patricia.

Love this image. Lately I have been looking at my kids and stopping and staring....they never cease to amaze me, and to think that they came from me:) Almost like living pieces of artwork, luckily I can be unrestrained and reach out and touch....it has been to long since I have been to an art exhibit, you are inspiring me:) Have a great weekend.

My sleeping cats on my bed..their positions so remind me of babies! all three are totally different in size, color, and personality..yet amazingly they are so loving and entertaining..sometimes I just have to photograph them in these most amusing positions!warmest hugs..Loui♥

oh I have to stand like this too in museums.... I always have this overwhelming need to gently touch the painting or the frame, to really "feel" it, but I've been good and have never done it!

The last thing I stared at was yesterday on our walk down a dirt road surrounded by huge trees... we were almost to the paved road, so I stopped and turned around and stared, to capture the beautiful sight.

I know the stance, the stare, the being lost between two spaces. Today in my small town, the most liberal bastion of Kansas, I fell to the stare of an oddly mix of pointer and cocker spaniel. She was the 12 year old beloved dog of our town's liberal spirited cobbler (oxymoron?). Named for the ears that danced in her younger days, Isadora Duncan held the knowledge of the world in her eyes: that mix of practical magic and shared the indulgence of her softest places that needed a loving scratch.